pineslog | flashed up in my wildest dreams ( CLOSED )

Who: elizabeth bathory & jack
Where: murderhouse
When: 4/6, evening.
What: *kyuubey voice* contract?
Warnings: nothing at the moment, but i'll update if need be.

[ sheesh, ibaraki was boring. ever since coming back from actual jail (not just child jail), she'd been doing almost nothing but sleeping. sometimes she'd wake up and stuff her angry banana face with some food but then she'd just go right on sleeping! it's like she didn't know about the whole 'consuming souls' part of being a heroic spirit, but eliza wasn't going to remind her. surprisingly, eliza felt bad enough about needing to eat a spirit or two in order to keep from wasting her mana, and with the police now paying closer attention than ever to the goings on... well, it doesn't seem like a good idea to mention it at all.

not that whomever was running this town could do much to a heroic spirit like her, but without a master it was smarter not to waste her mana on difficult fights she wasn't guaranteed to win.

eliza's standing outside of ibaraki's room door, her tail tip flicking on the ground as she pouts. in the back of her mind she can hear the sheriff's words echoing in her mind, and even now the sting they left behind cuts into her skin and drags the corners of her mouth down. eliza never likes getting told off, and she has to make sure she doesn't step out of line again or — what? or what. the sheriff never made any threats, but the way he spoke made even elizabeth bathory, blood countess of the hungarian nobility, feel tense in her stomach. even now, days (almost weeks) later, she was still going over those words in her mind. this wasn't like her to dwell on things like that, but they stuck inside of her, unable to be shaken.

... no. enough of that. eliza wrinkles her nose and turns away from ibaraki's room, swaying her hips as she walked down the hall. there was something else she had to take care of right away, something thrown into sharp relief given ibaraki's prone form still sleeping hours after tucking herself away. an idol had to be better than that, ready for any appearance by fans! mm! eliza's been slacking off for too long, it's time to do something about this. ]

Go-od. Eeee~vening! [ she purrs as she pushes the door open to jack's room. if he's sleeping, she won't care, because the chirping snore of his chocobo is enough to keep anyone awake. ] Hey, Chicken Boy. Pay attention to me.

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_{[Sorry, he doesn't get out much.]}

So sparkly...

_{[That's not like glitter that's going to get all over his bed, is it? ... Right, they're talking about something. Or she's talking about something, and he's trying to decipher it as best he's able, which isn't saying much since most of his experience with idols comes from blurry Wayward Pines memories.

They hadn't had any of that in Rubrum. The closest thing he knows to what she's describing is--]}

Like a mom, you mean? _{[He's half jesting and... half sort of not, because honestly, what she's describing sounds a lot like Arecia. Someone who had taken care of him, been his benefactor, provided him a way out of a crap life when he otherwise would have joined hundreds of other homeless orphans on the street.]} I'm not sure what I can do...

_{[Other than bring home food from the store and try to make them eat something that isn't fire-cooked venison.]}

[ ,,, oh my sweet satanic lords below.

eliza's expression becomes flat, and she drops her hands into her lap, her tail a limp snake at her side. ]

No, not like a mom!

[ what would have been a regular yell is amplified by eliza's dragonfire, spraying hot mana into the air and boosting her sound a few notches. gasping quickly, she claps her hands over her mouth because she didn't mean to do that. ]

... More like a Husband.

Uwaah!

_{[Why does everything always happen to him? Jack rolls to the side to avoid the outburst just in time for rustling to sound from the cooler on the floor, followed by a string of high-pitched cheeping. Damn it, Eliza, you woke the baby.]}

Let's try and not burn down the house. _{[He sighs and moves to pluck it out of its confines. He finds he's sighing a lot under this roof.]} You said this wasn't a proposal. How is that any better?

[ she keeps her hands over her mouth, those claws criss-crossed like a weave on a basket. ]

... [ eliza keeps her eyes on the little chick, not wanting to burn it for all she teases jack about consuming it for dinner. look, even a girl like her is weak to cute things, having wanted to become the cutest thing of them all.

finally, after a few moments of silence, eliza lets her hands shift down into her lap. ] You and I enter into a contract, and you give me mana! In return, I'll protect you, cook for you, massage your feet when you get tired-♥!

[ oh god ... wait, is that what that shitty fox really wanted to do? eliza's been a wife before, been a mother, but... almost immediately as she mentions it, eliza pulls a disgusted face. ]

... 'Kay, not that last one.

_{[It's amazing Eliza doesn't get indigestion doing that, it really is.

Once he's satisfied she's not about to belch dragon fire in his face or the chick's, Jack settles back on the bed with the wiggling yellow fluffball balanced on his knee. Boy and chocobo both have downy tufts for hair; it's dangerous to be so near an open flame, they'd go up like a matchstick.]}

Do my feet smell that bad?

_{[Back to the actual meaningful part of what she'd said--]}

Let me see if I'm following this. _{[His brow scrunches.]} You mean "mana" as in... magic? You want my magic? But you have way more than me.

_{[Being a super-powered, nigh-indestructible dragon girl must have its perks. Fearless to a fault, Chirpy the chocobo, now wide awake and trilling curiously, rolls off his knee to hop-bounce his way over to Eliza.]}

[ who's to say she doesn't? oh, that's right. bullshit fate/ magic says she doesn't. because fate/ is bullshit, this whole canon is bullshit.

but at least she's cute, eyes going wide as she glances down at the chocobo chick. eliza knows that the only part about her that people know is that she's cruel and heartless, so her hands are hesitant to reach forward and touch the soft down of the baby. her claws curl, and she hovers her palm above the fluffy chick's head before finally letting it drop onto its neck. her hand slides down to its back and finally rests under its wings before she'll answer jack's inquiry. ]

Mmm, far more, yes!

[ the small chick hops into her lap, and she adjusts her seat so that it can better fluff down into a safe space. ]

But it's not infinite. I have to replenish my mana every so often because if I don't, I'll die!

_{[Not everyone thinks Eliza is cruel and heartless. Chirpy remains under the impression she's a perfectly fine person to seek attention from, and seems content to flutter the stubby things it calls wings against her fingers, cannonballing into her lap.

Jack leaves the winged duo to their business. What he knows best of all are threats, and he doesn't think Eliza is that--not to the baby chocobo, and not to himself. Probably. Not without a little provoking, maybe, which he isn't about to provide.

... In fact, he might call the dragon girl and the demon girl the closest things he has to friends here. Which is why his attention perks up when she says it's a matter of life or death. Seriously?]}

Die? Wow, no way. That's a bad deal. But I think I'm starting to get it--you have mana, but you can't get it from its source anymore... so you need more?

_{[Jack's familiar with the need for a middle man. Thanks to Mother's special privileges, he can replenish his magic by himself, but it isn't that way for most Rubrans who need to tap into the Vermilion Bird Crystal. Without access to the Crystal, their magic dries up like a puddle under the sun. Is it like that for her?]}

I'd share some to help you if I could, but I don't know how to just loan power like a cup of sugar. How does a "contract" work?

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